God Made Me Funke

(Fun-) (fun-) (funky) (Got to be funky) --> James Brown (Funky enough) --> The D.O.C. [ VERSE 1 ] Look, look, look, look... Look at me, cool as I want to be Fly as they come beside of some want to-be One of the chosen, if you're chosen, then go into Rhymes that change the time, as it grows into Riches, itches, switches your whole lifestyle You're in the spotlight, over night flyin miles Away, today I'm flyin high So I give thanks to the Man in the sky I remember a time whenever a rhyme Left your lips, it only could get nickels and dimes But nickels and dimes wasn't enough to eat So I guess you could say I was saved by the beat On the street, surrounded by sin I never sell out, and I wouldn't give in God said: you can win, look within See your skin, you're my kin And I made you funke God made me funke F-you-n-k-e [ VERSE 2 ] Esoteric, non-generic, potent lyrics Only those with ears will hear it As above so below Lucky 7-7, heaven, have been blown Back and forth South to north Right to left Life to death East to west Knowledge step, 33 degrees 327 left to see So God created a light in which I shine With sublime rhymes that inclines the mind Define ancient segments, seek it, speak it, teach it Keep it, peep it, we get stronger and reap its Benefits, but then it gets more intricate As you get deeper into it To open the door, the power of God's the one key And I opened it, and God made me funke (Is it funky enough?) (Funky enough) God made me funke (Is it funky enough?) F-you-n-k-e (Funky) is the way God made me (Funky) is the power He gave me (Funky) like the fans that pay me (Funky) like the stations that play me (Funky) is how I made it through the '80s (Funky) connected to the ladies (Funky) you know a devil can't faze me (Funky) I ain't afraid, bee (Funky) cause God made me Funke [ VERSE 3 ] I'm over, over like a fat rat The blind see what I got, and others see how I got that Position with vision Precision, decision 's like a livin prism I'm shinin light on the money I made And the rhymes parlayed And you can see I'm paid I condemn them that focus on the ends As opposed to the means, killin machines men I'm the real 'high roller', cause I'm rollin with God Save the children - that's my job Workin overtime, goin over-rhyme Mind over matter, spirit over mind I sympathize with the brothers on the street Cause it's genocide, and we all gotta eat But do the right thing, and you'll never be hungry I kept the faith and God made me funke God made me funke